Some wine, within there, and our viands:-Fortune

knows,

We scorn her most, when most she offers blows.

[Exeunt.

SCENE X.

Cæsar's Camp, in Egypt.

Enter CESAR, DOLABELLA, THYREUS, and Others. Cæs. Let him appear that's come from Antony.Know you him?

Dol.

Cæsar, 'tis his schoolmaster: 9

An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither
He sends so poor a pinion of his wing,
Which had superfluous kings for messengers,
Not many moons gone by.

Cæs.

Enter EUPHRONIUS.

Approach, and speak.

Eup. Such as I am, I come from Antony:

I was of late as petty to his ends,

As is the morn-dew on the myrtle leaf

To his grand sea.1

Cæs.

Be it so; Declare thine office.

Eup. Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee, and
Requires to live in Egypt: which not granted,
He lessens his requests; and to thee sues

To let him breathe between the heavens and earth,
A private man in Athens: This for him.

9 Euphronius, schoolmaster to Antony's children.
As is the dew to the sea.

Next, Cleopatra does confess thy greatness;
Submits her to thy might; and of thee craves
The circle of the Ptolemies for her heirs.
Now hazarded to thy grace.

Cæs.

I have no ears to his request.

For Antony,

The queen
Of audience, nor desire, shall fail; so she
From Egypt drive her all-disgraced friend,3
Or take his life there: This if she perform,
She shall not sue unheard. So to them both.
Eup. Fortune pursue thee!

Cæs.

Bring him through the bands.
[Exit EUPHRONIUS.

To try thy eloquence, now 'tis time: Despatch;
From Antony win Cleopatra: promise,

[To THYREUS.
And in our name, what she requires; add more,
From thine invention, offers: women are not,
In their best fortunes, strong; but want will perjure
The ne'er-touch'd vestal: Try thy cunning, Thyreus ;
Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we
Will answer as a law.

Cas. Observe how Antony becomes his flaw;4
And what thou think'st his very action speaks
In every power that moves.

Thyr.

2 Diadem, the crown.

Cæsar, I shall. [Exeunt.

3 Paramour.

4 Conforms himself to this breach of his fortune.

SCENE XI.

Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.

Enter CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, and

IRAS.

Cleo. What shall we do, Enobarbus ?

Eno.

Think, and die. Cleo. Is Antony, or we, in fault for this? Eno. Antony only, that would make his will Lord of his reason. What although you fled From that great face of war, whose several ranges Frighted each other? why should he follow? The itch of his affection should not then Have nick'd his captainship; at such a point, When half to half the world oppos'd, he being The mered question : 'Twas a shame no less Than was his loss, to course your flying flags, And leave his navy gazing.

Cleo.

Pr'ythee, peace.

Enter ANTONY, with EUPHRONIUS.

Ant. Is this his answer?

To the boy Cæsar send this grizled head,
And he will fill thy wishes to the brim
With principalities.

Cleo.

That head, my lord?

Ant. To him again; Tell him, he wears the rose Of youth upon him; from which the world should note Something particular: his coin, ships, legions May be a coward's; whose ministers would prevail Under the service of a child, as soon

As i' the command of Cæsar: I dare him therefore

6

To lay his gay comparisons apart,

And answer me declin'd, sword against sword,
Ourselves alone: I'll write it; follow me.

[Exeunt ANTONY and EUPHRONIUS.
Eno. Yes, like enough, high-battled Cæsar will
Unstate his happiness, and be stag'd to the show,
Against a sworder.—I see, men's judgments are
A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them,
To suffer all alike. That he should dream,
Knowing all measures, the full Cæsar will
Answer his emptiness !-Cæsar, thou hast subdu'd
His judgment too.

Enter an Attendant.

A messenger from Cæsar.

· Att.

Cleo. What, no

more ceremony?-See,

women!

Against the blown rose may they stop their nose,
That kneel'd unto the buds.Admit him, sir.

my.

• Circumstance of splendour.
7 In age and power.
Are of a piece with them.

Eno. Mine honesty, and I, begin to square.9

The loyalty, well held to fools, does make

[Aside.

Our faith mere folly :-Yet, he, that can endure To follow with allegiance a fallen lord,

Does conquer him that did his master conquer,

And earns a place i' the story.

Cleo.

Enter THYREUS.

Cæsar's will?

Thyr. Hear it apart.

Cleo.

1

None but friends; say boldly.

Thyr. So, haply,' are they friends to Antony. Eno. He needs as many, sir, as Cæsar has; Or needs not us. If Cæsar please, our master Will leap to be his friend: For us, you know, Whose he is, we are; and that's Cæsar's.

So.

Thyr. Thus then, thou most renown'd; Cæsar entreats, Not to consider in what case thou stand'st,

Further than he is Cæsar.

Cleo,

Go on: Right royal.

Thyr. He knows, that you embrace not Antony] did love, but as you fear'd him.

As you Cleo.

O!

Thyr. The scars upon your honour, therefore, he Does pity, as constrain'd blemishes,

Not as deserv'd.

Cleo.

He is a god, and knows

What is most right: Mine honour was not yielded, But conquer'd merely.